My feet felt light, my body felt light, and my feet left the ground, landing in a warm embrace.
As Ye Lisheng carried me towards the bed, he said fiercely, "The floor is so cold, don't you want your feet anymore?"
My nose twitched, and a flood of emotions welled up inside me: "You're back!"
Seeing my reaction, his heart softened immediately, and he said gently, "Did Su Yu'er and the others bully you again? I'll go and teach them a lesson for you right away!"
I held him very tightly, afraid that he would disappear if I let go.
Her delicate hands stroked his face back and forth: "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
The worry welling up in his eyes pierced Ye Lisheng's heart.
He smiled faintly and said, "They wouldn't dare do anything to me. They were afraid you'd worry, so they wanted to come out and tell you, but they were too late!"
He pressed his smooth forehead against mine, and said with deep remorse, "I'm sorry for making you worry!"
A gentle breeze stirred, causing the red curtains to dance in the air, while white blossoms weighed down the old tree branches outside the window.
Yanran sat at the door for a long time, her hands and feet red with cold without her noticing, her eyes constantly gazing outside, as if waiting for something.
Just then, a commotion arose outside the door, and Xia Yang's overjoyed voice rang out: "Your Highness, you're finally back!"
Yanran hurriedly ran into her room and closed the door.
A few days ago, Ye Xuanling stood outside her door for a long time, telling her that he might have to secretly infiltrate Lan Yi this time.
She knew the journey was long and fraught with unknown dangers, and she was terribly worried. Every day she went to the door to wait for his return, and today, after much anticipation, he finally came home.
Ye Xuanling looked travel-worn, with dark circles under his eyes, and his fair face covered in dust and bluish stubble. He appeared extremely tired.
He looked longingly at the closed door, a wave of disappointment washing over him. He took off his cloak and tossed it into Xia Yang's hands, saying, "Xia Yang, come and serve this prince during his bath!" He deliberately raised his voice as he spoke.
Xia Yang was overjoyed and quickly said, "This servant will go and boil water for Your Highness right away!"
It seems that even in the dead of winter, having him around makes one feel extremely warm.
He tenderly kissed my forehead and said, "It's time for me to go back!"
I tugged at his sleeve reluctantly, "So fast!"
"I need to go see the Eighth Prince!"
"Alright! Then be careful. I'll investigate the cause of the young prince's death outside so I can bring you out as soon as possible!"
His eyes were like stars, and he gently ruffled my fluffy head with his large hand, saying, "You've grown up!" His tone was full of affection.
"Sizzle!" A pot of boiling water spilled onto the snow.
Lingxin was terrified, her eyes wide with panic: "Princess, are you alright?!"
Murong Kui's face was contorted with rage, his eyes sharp as swords, as he viciously cursed, "He actually went to see that bitch!"
Lingxin jogged to retrieve the pot from the snow: "We can go to the prison to see the prince. Maybe he'll be moved and remember how kind you are, princess!"
"Hmph!" A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips, her eyes sharp.
"You're so naive. With that woman around, his eyes won't linger on me!" A wicked thought surfaced in her mind.
"Does the princess want to..." Lingxin suddenly felt that the person in front of her was a stranger.
She held Lingxin's hand tightly, her eyes filled with affection, exuding an indescribable pitiful charm.
"In the Battle of Cangling, I lost my country, my father, and my mother. I don't want to lose them again this time. You will help me, right?"
Seeing the tears welling up in her expectant eyes, Ling's heart softened, and she nodded hastily, "This servant will always stand by the princess's side!"
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